The system somewhat understood Yan Baibai's feelings. As a Jindan cultivator, she had been forced to become a mortal for so long, feeling frustrated. She wanted to return to the sect for some comfort, but she saw her beloved junior fellow being bullied. It would be strange if this didn't arouse her murderous intent!
The system felt that her host was very patient, as she could bear to watch Lu Wuxiu fall off the stage and then feed him medicine before coming up.
The more you hold back your anger, the more it accumulates, and the more terrifying it will be when you release it.
The ring was not very big. When Yan Baibai rushed towards Wang Ling again, Wang Ling disappeared from the spot again and then appeared in another place on the ring.
The first time Wang Ling chose to flee, she no longer had the courage to pick up the sword and fight Yan Baibai again. Apparently, Wang Ling quickly realized this, and there were two reasons why she was still using the strange formation to hide in the arena.
First, most of the sword cultivators of Yanjian Sect were armed with heavy swords, which were powerful but slow to move. In the first half of the fight, the people of Tianji Pavilion used the formation on the arena to force down many sword cultivators of Yanjian Sect, and Wang Ling wanted to imitate them again.
Second, Wang Ling wanted to use this method to consume some of Yan Baibai's energy and prepare for the next Tianji Pavilion contestants.
After chasing her several times, Yan Baibai figured out the teleportation pattern of the formation, but she did not take action immediately. Instead, she controlled the time and let Wang Ling go every time when she was about to hit her.
Yan Baibai watched as her sword drew ever closer to the opponent, whose face grew increasingly terrified. However, she managed to escape from his sword every time. Just when a look of relief emerged on her face, she watched helplessly as her sword struck her again...
Really, very interesting.
After having enough fun, Yan Baibai waited for Wang Ling to disappear in front of him again. Estimating the direction she would appear next time, Yan Baibai directly condensed countless ice swords and rushed towards that direction. When Wang Ling appeared again, she would be greeted by countless ice cones.
Although she managed to use her spiritual shield to block the blows, Wang Ling still sustained injuries. Wang Ling was already under pressure, and after escaping from near-death experiences, her mental defenses had long since broken down, and the injury completely crumbled her.
When the ice spike disappeared and Wang Ling saw Yan Baibai's face flying towards her with a sword in hand, she finally screamed, rolled her eyes and fell on the stage.
"Oh my, he fainted already?" Yan Baibai shook his head helplessly, and with a look of pity on his face... kicked the man off the ring.
Leng Aotian, the Son of Heaven's Secret of the Heaven's Secret Pavilion, could no longer hold back and immediately stood up to criticize Yan Baibai's behavior.
"You're so rude! You don't know how to be gentle with women?" As soon as he finished shouting, the whole place fell silent. Leng Aotian immediately realized that the person from the Yanjian Sect was also a female cultivator, and immediately said, "She's insulting people!"
"How is it an insult?" At this time, the sharp-tongued Liu Chudan was the first to stand up to defend his sect.
It is said that people in Yanjian Sect tend to be protective of their own people. Take the fact that Yan Baibai invited the King of Medicine to Yanjian Sect, for example. Liu Chudan was completely impressed by Yan Baibai and was convinced.
"Senior Sister Wang Ling has fainted, how could you kick her off the ring!" Leng Aotian originally wanted to say that Yan Baibai had already figured out the transmission rules of the formation, but had been teasing Wang Ling. However, after thinking about it, he felt it was too embarrassing, so he could only say this.
"Humph, wait until she faints before kicking her. Our junior sister is still too gentle. She is nothing like the people from your Tianji Pavilion. Our people were kicked off the ring before they could even show their strength."
Liu Chudan was naturally mocking the fact that the people from Tianji Pavilion used the star formation to kick the sword cultivators holding heavy swords off the stage.
"Humph, this time I'll personally take action and make sure you lose with conviction." Leng Aotian stood up with a cold face and flew onto the ring. He had originally thought that he wouldn't be needed in this competition.
"My name is Leng Aotian, the Holy Son of the Tianji Pavilion." Leng Aotian opened the golden fan in his hand with a "swish" sound and greeted politely: "May I ask the fairy's name?"
Leng Aotian just wanted to know more about the other party. As for the name, when the other party came on the stage, he had heard the disciples of Yanjian Sect call it below the stage. It seemed to be Yan Baibai, an extremely common name.
"Hello." Yan Baibai nodded to Leng Aotian and introduced himself expressionlessly: "My name is Yan Tiezhu."
"Puff..." Daojun Liaogui couldn't help but take a sip of his tea, then explained to the people from Tianji Pavilion with great embarrassment: "My nephew is sometimes so naughty, haha~"
"Nice name... huh?" Leng Aotian, who had developed his own set of social skills, almost bit off his tongue when he was halfway through his words.
"After all, he's a sword cultivator. He can't live without a sword, and swordmaking requires iron..." Yan Baibai began to ramble expressionlessly, "You should understand the difficulties of sword cultivation, right, Master Long Aotian?"
Because there were so many things he wanted to complain about, they were all stuck in Leng Aotian's throat. The joints of his hands creaked as he held the golden fan. He took a few deep breaths and finally said through gritted teeth, "My last name is Leng, and my name is Leng Aotian."
What the hell is Long Aotian? Is it better than my name Leng Aotian?
"Um, sorry, Master Leng Aotian!" Yan Baibai really didn't mean to call him the wrong name: "I thought those named Aotian all had the surname Long."
"Hmph, twisted logic!" Leng Aotian said indifferently: "Don't try to influence me with these words. I have seen through your tricks."
"Really? It's a bit regretful."
As Yan Baibai spoke, he quickly attacked Leng Aotian, chopping, slashing, stabbing and picking at the same time, his movements were quick, clean and neat.
"Hmph, do you think you can..." Leng Aotian had just breathed a sigh of relief after dodging these attacks, but suddenly he felt something was wrong. By the time he reacted, he had already been thrown out of the barrier.
That’s right, Yan Baibai’s previous attacks were just a way to confuse Leng Aotian. In fact, she was forcing Leng Aotian step by step into the trap she had made with thousands of flowers and leaves, and took advantage of the fact that the other party didn’t notice and quickly won.
"This is unfair. I haven't even used my full strength yet." Leng Aotian shouted at Yan Baibai unhappily.
"Ahahahaha, you kid, have you finally tasted the injustice we've suffered?" Liu Chudan taunted again, "God has his way, and who can escape it?"
The last person from Tianji Pavilion went up to the ring. Perhaps because even Leng Aotian had lost, the opponent's fighting spirit was not very high. Yan Baibai finally took advantage of the formation on the ring and quickly won.
In the end, Yanjian Sect won, and the elders handled the rest of the matter themselves. As for Yan Baibai, after coming down from the ring, she pulled Lu Wuxiu towards Yucang Mountain and disappeared from everyone's excited gossip.
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